I looked across the glade, I was back in the world of my dreams once again, I chose to come because of the events of the night before weighed on my mind.
The same scene unfolded in front of me, the long and unending grass fields, the sky covered in leaves, and the single tower of brown, wooden bark in the horizon.
With my mind now resting, I could get to work.
With a mindful push, the air and ground warped around me, swirling dark colors shifted into blurred shapes before snapping into focus as silhouettes, and finally turning from black and white to colored pictures and images.
I walked up to the first few, it was the ponies I’ve met and allied myself with.
Vinyl Scratch with an easy grin and relaxed posture, and Trixie with a smug look and head poised in superiority.
They were not the first of course, it times of shared desperation I managed to ally with others because they too needed help, afterwards we’d part for our respected directions…
I would get a thank you, maybe even a gift, and we never saw each other again afterwards.
It was better that way, the longest I’d ever spent in close company with another is a week, and that was because we were going to same direction. Here… would be a difficulty, since it is likely, being the temporary leader of the escape, they would assume a shared feeling of ‘escape’ and therefore wish to greet me and…
The same thing already happening in Ponyville, so I suppose it isn't much of one, Vinyl is outspoken however, she might let it slip… Trixie would likely make the story centered around herself and forgo my description and name entirely. Trixie however travels, I don't know how easy that will be, if I recall correctly she has a travelling stage, I wonder if she had lost it.
Either way, I suppose I should move on.
I looked at the next two, the ponies who I didn't really have a connection to, Fluttershy and BonBon, the hostages who I only knew in passing, other than Fluttershy’s connection to the Elements of Harmony of course. BonBon was indifferent, yet looks slightly annoyed, likely because I hadn't seen enough of her personality to make a judgement, Fluttershy had a gentle, if somewhat frightened face.
Pity was the main thing I could make out from her eyes. Whether it was pity for me, or for the stallion I crippled, I couldn't tell.
Maybe it was both?
I shook my head of those thoughts and moved on.
They would be a bother, Fluttershy’s connection with Twilight, who I already have trouble with as of the moment, may be problematic… BonBon was an unknown, the only thing I could tell was that she liked a normal life, so maybe she wouldn't speak up about this.
I then moved onto the next group, robed figures, and looking under their hoods, their faces were partially black as night, showing boney smiles and empty sockets.
These were the ones I fought, a great number of them, all with a corruption that was shown deep within their souls.
They were directed of course, but they were still enemies until a time I can deal with their master.
I then moved to the next… a lone figure.
He was kneeling before me, his hood drawn back to reveal his face, not corrupted despite it being so in real life, the only sign of his body being changed was the slightly bleeding stump sprouting from his forehead.
He used to be a unicorn.
These were the ones I hurt.
They didn't have to be enemies, those were always likely to be hurt, it had to be ones I hurt worse than it is accepted.
I stared into his empty eyes for a while… his expression was the very example of loss.
I moved on, no further thought than ‘it was necessary’.
It didn't make me feel better.
The last was a colossal being, it took up a great space in front of me, filling up the very air he inhabited with a dark and dreary shadow, he looked down at me with an expression I was not able to decipher, because of his skeletal and and alien structure.
This, was the foe I was truly worried for.
It named itself the ‘Dark One’, rather unimaginative, but for one who seeks to rule the world you can't expect much creativity
It had a very unique appearance… already my mind was recalling the information I had trouble grasping.
Primals… hmm.
It seems that this one is likely a ‘Primal’ of shadow, since his very appearance revolves around such, or maybe darkness, death?(No, not death, this primal was dark, not cold.)
I frowned.
“Go away, you're input is not needed.”
(… Fine... I'll tell the others to leave you alone too.)
There was a warp in the air, and I turned back to the matter at hoof.
He was a larger entity than what I’m used to, the ones I knew were bound to a location, restricted by some form of rules.
Didn't much care for anything on a physical plane of existence.
This one is a conqueror, it wishes to ‘cover this world in darkness’ or something like that.
And it is likely one who controls all darkness… so he could end life with whatever is within it’s presence.
Reason why he could not fight me? He wasn't able to establish a power base, he likely only just came to this place and hadn't gotten a chance to collect a sizable amount of power yet.
Hmm… ways to dispel him? To banish him? Did it even count as a ‘him’ at this point.
Too many questions, not enough answers.
… A brief moment of of my subconscious churning managed to reveal a possible fact, could the entities I made connections with through the View Brew offer answers?
In an instant, another question came to mind, could I receive messages in my dreams?
I looked over, and a space opened up in the green glade, as the images behind me were snuffed out.
A familiar block of text appeared in front of me.
Dear Scry Fortune
Hmm… well, that answers that question.
Seeing an entity like this so soon is very concerning as it implies that either the creatures of the void have had their sight on this world long before you met us or that one of our number has...tipped them off.
Well, I suppose there isn't much I can do if it was indeed one of you, I have trouble dealing with the entity in my realm as of the moment.
Either way it is very concerning.
It is apocalyptic on my end.
As for Machina’s mention of rules that these entities must abide by while true, there ARE exceptions and while rare enough that you are unlikely to meet one during your lifetime under normal circumstances (especially with all of us keeping watch) this development means that it is more likely for one to appear. And while I would love to send more help, I very much strained my connection to your world by not sending those packages earlier through the courier.
Well, great, another problem likely on the horizon, like I needed anymore problems in my life.
I will though send a token to you in the morning via courier. This token is something very important and should only be used in the event you encounter one of those entities i mentioned earlier as they tend to be very powerful. Do not waste it as it is a one time deal and as for what it will do... well I will tell you in a more private message should you wish to know.
With Caution
Professor Killjoy
A token by courier, this morning? Then they will likely have to wait, I haven't slept all night and getting up will strain my sleep deprived brain, and yes, I would like that message because I would have no idea what I would do with it otherwise. I then looked at a second message, which made itself known.
-Voidwalker-
Ah, of course you would be here, what else do you wish to criticize?
Eh...You said something about harming immaterial entities...Wasn't the little description of my knife included that?
...
Granted you don't have much reach with it so you should probably find a way to unlock more of its power…
And so the mocking of my power begins, and here I thought you were being new with the whole helpful sentence.
And since you've opened a possible option… I will agree with the assessment at least, the knife will need some testing to see some of it’s capabilities, also, I need to be more adept with my knife in the first place.
I haven't had much in the way of ‘weaponry’ in a while.
Why I don't bring my wife to deal with them? Eh...As of now, they are assaulting my world because I 'interfere' with 'their world' and she is defending it while keeping certain things in balance.
… I guess that they aren't having much in the way of success in pushing her defense back.
Also, some Void horrors are immune to the effect that my wife and many versions of my wife is having on you. That or you are just simply not equipped to deal with THE PINK ONE.
... I suppose you think you're superior when you yourself was startled by your wife’s antics?
Well, I don't have much to say and I will have to resume finding the head of the stream of Void Horror that is attacking my world and cut it of...then hopefully, I can focus on your world defense again.
… Good luck on that front I suppose…
The shield is repaired so I think it will hold for a while...hopefully long enough for me to get back and repair any damage that was dealt to it. Goodluck, Ms. Fortune.
You too Voidwalker.
"My loyal soldiers, Dark Templars! We will tear them apart and let the Void Eternal consume them! We will rid our current homeworld of these abomination! Move out!" *Many voices shout* "OORAH!"
… Well then, that seems to be the end of-
All of a sudden, a rush of air build up and several synthetic ‘beeps’, a build up of marching soon followed it with the sound of a hammer striking iron in the background.
I furrowed my brow in confusion, and that’s when it happened.
The sound of a stallion raising his voice over a megaphone, and a loud CRASHING of soUNds echOEd throughout my dreAMscape, making it literally shake the very air and ripples through space quickly appear from random points in the leave filled sky. I tried to regAIn my BALanCe as THe grOUnD shoOK unDERneATh me.
(My, now THAT is quite the energetic tune… the beats, the rhythm, the EXOTIC flow is so… fulfilling.)
(The magephone guy’s really into it, and the beat just get the heart pumpin’ dunnit!? I luvs this song!)
(Oh by the bloody fields of TARTARUS! That’s what I’m talking about! We need better music around here, this is my ‘jam’!)
I grOWLed inTERnally, aNd in an insTAnt my eyes clOSed-
I shot up from bed, my eyes blinking slowly in the gloom of the morning.
Damn Voidwalker, damn him to whatever the equivalent of Tartarus may be in his realm.
I got up, slowly, I did not go to sleep the required number of hours, and I doubt I would now with that thumping racket still in my ears.
I shook my head and headed towards the kitchen, hopefully I could whip up something to calm my nerves. I stumbled out of bed and headed towards my ended location.
I stopped… just short of reaching towards the coffee beans I managed to pick up, there was a rolled up parchment, instead of yellowed with age however, it was more blackened with soot.
I gazed at it for a second, and picked it up, there was a message inside, I read it.
Dear Scry fortune,
While I earlier offered to take tea at your house, that is, unfortunately, no longer an option. So, as an alternative to that scenario I am hereby sending you an invitation to my home, where I will serve the finest of teas, cake that is of a slightly lesser quality than the tea as I am no master baker, and a tour of my realm should you wish it. When you wish to come, merely weigh this letter down and throw it and I will open a portal to my side of the veil where it makes contact.
Please make sure that there is no one in the immediate area of the target zone when you you activate the portal as it will be extremely uncomfortable for the concerned party and I would feel bad.
Warmest regards. Daideo.
… I looked at it, and considered…
I looked at the pot of coffee, and remembered that I had ran out of the beans needed to make it yesterday, and I was meant to get extra yesterday…
I sighed, and reached for the heaviest thing in reach, the empty coffee pot.
With a slight amount of aggression, I threw the container against the walls, wrapped around it was the burnt looking parchment.
Immediately there was a sound not unlike the tearing of cloth before a violent wind whipped up in the direction of the wall I had struck with the parchment-pot combination, before too long everything settled and before my eyes a black spot appeared on the exact point I had hit, slowly expanding until it was easily large enough for three of me to enter walking abreast of myselves. The portal on the wall literally smoked shadows and I could feel that the room had dropped from the original temperature from before.
Now, I was substantially less sure about entering.
I stared at the swirling mass for a while…
Before giving a sigh, “I swear, I just woke up from escaping one life threatening entity, please be at least a little accommodating when I arrive.”
I stepped forward, and the portal in front of me, was now surrounding me.
And then, it was behind me.
I blinked, and looked back at the still swirling portal, it turned and twisted from my recent entrance and exit through it before it settled down once more. I then took in my surroundings, it was a cobblestone castle, not unlike the dungeon I had escaped from less than twelve hours ago.
This dungeon however, was different from the ones the moon cultists had used in that there had actually had been color in some places inside it, here, the standing chandeliers were revealing nothing but various shades of gray no matter what they actually illuminated, black, I noticed was where it was expected, as well as a cloud of a thick, roiling black fog obscuring where there may have been a ceiling, or floor for that matter.
My attention was caught by the muted sound of horribly screeching hinges in need of oiling, My attention turned to the grayscale ironbound double door to the side of the room I was in, which may well have actually been the front entrance to the castle.
And through that door strode a thin, tall, bipedal figure, it’s actual form hidden beneath its grayscaled clothes. It really was very thin, so much so that it shouldn't have been possible to support it’s body. Yet here it was, striding closer on its disproportionately long legs, covered in a pair of light gray cloth trousers tucked into a pair of iron gray leather boots, the tops turned down on themselves over its twiggy calves, the ends of the laces tightening the slit in the front of the boots swaying under the silver buckles at the top of each one with each of its steps.
Around its waist was a dull grayed length of leather about a hoof wide fastened in the front by an intricately engraved silver buckle, tucked in behind that was a simple light gray shirt, almost white actually, it’s collar split and laced in front of its neck, and over the shirt there was a long overcoat, opened in the front showing me its shirt, a line of silver buttons running down one side of the opening, nearly blending into the light gray material were it not for the gleam of the metal, measured holes on the opposite side.
The coats collar, folded over itself and held in place by a silver button, gave way to squared shoulders that were obviously not its own that lead its sleeves that were about twice as big around as its arms judging by its pasty white, spidery hands, Either of which was about a quarter of the length of its arm given the length of its elongated, thin claws.
The kicker though, was the mask situated where its face would be, the mask was colored a near black, above its throat I could see the edge of its bony jaw, white skin stretched over the bone, the mask itself covered its face near completely, where its muzzle would be on a pony it had the edge of a wedge that ran from either side of it below its eyes to the point that covered the point of its jaw, above its ‘muzzle’ it suddenly angled back towards its head to for the piece between its tiny angular eyeholes, nothing but more shadows behind them.the area above its eyes was a flat space over its forehead that went under the tricorn it was currently wearing on top of everything else.
All in all, rather bizarre, yet sadly, it doesn’t really compete with the month I’ve been having thus far. As I thought this, it stopped stepping and bowed to me from the waist, one of its hands on its chest, when it straightened I spoke
“Hello… I would hazard a guess that you are you one who invited me, Daideo correct?”
“You hazard that guess quite correctly Miss Fortune, I am, in fact know as Daideo, and I did invite you to tea. Speaking of, would you care to follow me to where I have a room prepared for such? I must admit, you caught me slightly off guard with how soon you arrived, I’d have brought you straight there had you given me but a few more minutes.” His voice was soft, yet easily understood and seemingly as immaterial as the shadows on the ceiling.
“Well… to be honest, I was half asleep, I didn't have much patience.” I looked around, “Why is this place so… colorless?”
Daideo made a flicking motion with one of his claws, I recognised it as a ‘follow me’ from, the Diamond Dog’s back at the Griffin Kingdom’s, then he began walking to the opposite door from the one he entered.
“Because my dear Miss, this realm was originally designed for the punishment of the less, deserving, of worse fates. Those that didn't go out of their way to either help, or harm. But the architect of this place didn't approve of the final product, and so, I offered to take it off his metaphorical hands. It was at once the best, and worst decision of my life up to that point.” He spoke as he strode, his arms coming to rest and the base of his spine, one set of spindly fingers wrapping around the other to keep them in place.
“... Very well.” I trotted behind him as he walked out the door, I took a moment to look around the passing hallways, again it had the same color scheme of grey and black, not much white whatsoever.
“... So, I suppose this was your motive to asking what my favorite tea was before?”
“Indeed it was, I hope you are able to imagine just how, lonely this place can get. When your spell found me, I was overjoyed that I had contact with another, even if it was merely a system to watch and give advice through Scholar’s ‘letters’.”
“That suggests not much contact with others here I suppose?” I glanced outside of a window that we passed by, it’s angle only allowed me to look into the sky, which was cloudy, fitting in with the general dark feel of the world.
“... That, my dear, is an understatement. There has only been myself here for so long that I started counting the centuries rather than the years, Though with your company, I think I may be able to count in mere days again. And I truly hope that the lack of, variety, in companionship will not put you off.”
“I am hardly one to speak about what companionship I have Daideo.”
“But then, who is anyone to speak of what company they keep? To merely have company at all, to some, is all that matters.”
I considered these words as carefully as I could, but again, there came that impenetrable wall that always seemed to form when I tried to empathize with an entity, I simply didn’t know how to understand a being that has been alone for most, if not all his life.
We found ourselves at another door, when Daideo then reached forward and pulled it open once again, following after him, I looked around to see a long table, various biscuits and other forms of snacks lining the plates there. A fireplace set into the wall on one side roared with barely a crackle, and illuminated the room in all its grayscaled glory, the wall on the far end seemingly made of glass, a few lengths of iron running through it to keep it in place.
There were two seats on either side of the table, I took the one on the left, away from the fireplace.
Daideo sat himself on the other end, with a slight clink of cups on saucers, he arranged his palette in front of himself, I tried to follow suit by dragging my own plates across the table to myself.
“Hmmm? Oh, dear. Please, let me get that for you.” He said, a little slowly as if he were distracted by some all consuming thought. Before easily reaching his arms across the table to push, pull, grab, and arrange the dishes in front of me, I was struck slightly how at ease he did it, so quickly.
“... Those claws are certainly useful.” I mutter faintly.
He didn't give any sign of hearing, and simply finished by placing my cup in front of me, filled with a steaming pool of tea, and leaning back into his chair, his own cup already in claw.
“So… I suppose I should question the well kept tea set or how you have tea despite you being the only one here.” I thoughtfully comment, I took my own cup in hoof and took a sip.
“The tea set, my dear, came with me when I first came to own this realm, and I have taken great pains to ensure they survived the years as well as possible, the tea itself, came from my garden.”
“Oh, then I suppose it isn't always cloudy as the weather thus far suggests?” I gestured to the window behind me.
“Oh, no my dear, the weather, is as constantly dark and dreary as the lack of color. It merely has no negative effect on the plant life. Why that is? I have no idea, the one who would know is the Architect, and I doubt he even remembers this little creation of his.”
“Hm, you already said something about this ‘architect’ before, can I ask who he is?”
“That you may, Miss Fortune. The Architect, is a god, both greater, and weaker than all others. His power, the domain of creation, revolves around the creation of world, realms, universes, and even mere abstract ideas that strike his fancy.”
I gestured around me, “And so, this place would be?”
“A failure, in his eyes.” His eyes didn't show much depression, or sadness, only acceptance as he stirred his tea, his claws strangely suited to the spoon as he held it delicately.
“... Very well, then I should ask who you are exactly, being in this world alone.” I took a cube of sugar and place it into my own cup, it had become rather bitter.
“I am the god that is greater, yet weaker than The Architect. but before that, I was a mortal that sought nothing more than to have absolute solitude. The Architect came to me, and offered what I thought I wanted. A world to myself, so that I could accomplish all that I wanted to. The Architect did this, because of his weakness, he cannot stay behind to look after his creations, he must pass them onto others to care for them.”
“I thought you said he saw this one as a failure…” I implied, taking the spoon and swirling it around in my drink, I realised just how inefficient hooves were.
“The Architect looked for someone to care for his ‘failure’ as any father would look to someone to care for his ‘failure’ of a child. Even as failures,every child should be precious to their parent, as every world was precious to this god of gods. He knew he would forget this world, as he does all others, yet even in its failure, he couldn't leave it to collapse on itself, because to him, it was as a child is to any mortal.”
I nodded to this, an entity gaining attachments to the living is rare, but when things can be immortal as themselves, it is easy to feel invested in something one has created.
“Then I suppose you regret your decision, agreeing to come here and having become alone for so long.”
Daideo let out a sigh, finally raising his cup to take a sip through the mask. “Not at first, no. I created, discovered, learned, I did all any man would do in my place. And then, I found I would never be able to do two things, I would never be able to share all I have done and accomplished, and I would never be able to leave.”
He didn't continue, I felt I asked enough since meeting him for the first time, so the silence continued as we drank in silence, it wasn’t long until I reached the bottom of my cup.
“.... Miss Fortune. Thank you for letting me share my world with you, if only for a little while. But, it is already past noon in your own, and I would hate to inconvenience you.”
I considered his words, “I would have likely still been sleeping through noon anyway, it was a long night after all.” I looked up as he reached forward with a teapot, I let him refill my cup and draw back again.
“Then please, allow me to show you for a little while longer.” He said, a slight crease appearing in his mask where his mouth would be. It was like the classic ‘the mask we wear’ to hide our emotions in a way, I was amused at how fitting the expression seemed here.
“And please, I suppose if I am to ask questions, you yourself would be curious of my own lifestyle.” I decided this was a ‘give and take’ scenario, I might as well let him know a bit about myself to keep this relationship mutual.
“Then, Miss Fortune, I would be beside myself if I did not take your offer to satiate my own curiosity. now, I must ask, what is your prefered style of music?”
I couldn't help but sigh a little, “You know, you have me at a disadvantage, you have already told me much about yourself, yet you still ask these inane questions that don't seem to exchange well with what I asked myself.” I reached forward to grab at one regular biscuit and took a bite, it had a rather bad aftertaste but I didn't say anything about it, “To answer the question… I suppose it would be a slower tune, maybe classical, but I never am able to book a ticket to a concert hall that plays it, so I only hear one rarely.”
“Thank you for indulging me, Miss. After so long of looking into the deeper mysteries of life, the inane, is refreshing in a way. But, to ask a question that may not rankle you so much. What, brought you to the relatively peaceful land of Equestria, you being as you are?”
“... Because of the name.” I answered shortly, I took a slight sip of my tea before calming down, “Sorry for the short answer, the name itself does explain it however, ‘Equestria’, in another, older language it means ‘land of horses’ or a primitive way of saying ‘ponies’. You know that a land with that name would be filled with ponies because of it.”
“You traveled to the land of Equestria, because it translates to ‘land of ponies’. Is this, perhaps, because you had limited interactions with your own species before then? I apologise if the implication offends, but I am rather curious.”
“I had… interactions, with them before, not many went particularly well.” I took another sip before continuing, “It may puzzle you to know that for most of my life I traveled most of my life by myself, for many years I have known of Equestria, I knew it’s direction, and everything else. In short, the reason I came to Equestria was actually the reason I didn't want to go to it before, that it was primarily a country of ponies.”
I breathed in the aroma presented by the tea itself, “I had understandable reservations to support my reluctance.”
Daideo looked to the cup held in his hand, a sigh escaping him before he spoke again. “Traveling wherever there were the least of your own kind, in an effort to stave off their attentions. A story all too similar to my own, and yet, the ending is so very different.”
I involterly snort, “The reason is different as well I suspect, where you wished for isolation, I wished for segregation.” I stared at my own cup, memories churning, “Myself, from ponies. Staying away was easy, becoming another species was not.”
I took another biscuit and tried dunking it into my drink, to get rid of the grittiness that was present and maybe the sugar would make it better.
“Then, you looked into becoming something else?”
I couldn't help it, an odd chuckle rose up.
(“Hehehe, the mask man is real funny-)
I scowled, and clamped down onto it, pushing it back into the recess of my mind.
“A-are you alright Miss?”
“It’s nothing, an unwelcome thought came about.” I looked back up at him, “I did not look into it so much in the literal sense, no, it was more like I didn't want to identify my species as a pony, I do it to fit into towns in order to gain a residence and rest for a few days at the least. But I will admit when I was younger I looked into all books about ‘transfiguration’ and the like.”
“I see. Our tales seem to get more and more similar the further they grow apart. In my youth, I as well looked into becoming another species, I knew I would never be able to with my own power, but a few coins in the right pockets convinced someone that had that power to change me into a bird for a week. That was the best money I had ever spent before, or since.”
“... Why did you turn back?”
“Because a man is a man, I chose him because he could be bribed into doing it for me, to have an effect like that be permanent, one must ask a god, and what would a god want from a mortal child?”
“Well, I didn't wish to become a simple bird or animal.” I commented, “I would have chosen to be a Griffin, a Diamond Dog, even a Zebra would be preferable despite the resemblance.”
“Yes, I see where you come from, but I was yet young, I knew little of things such as griffons or zebras other than they were valuable and I feared being hunted, so I chose what would give me the most freedom, at the least risk. A small bird”
“We seem to have a cultural gap here.” I said idely, “Griffins and Zebra’s are sentient species, yet your world hunts them for valuables? I can only assume it was because they didn’t display any intelligence otherwise.”
“It was all an effort to escape being a pony… yet again, I saw that it was a young fantasy, now laid to rest.”
A small crease appears in the mouth area of his mask again.“Yet again you assume correctly, Miss. the griffins and zebras of my home world were little more intelligent than the average animal, and fantasy though it may be, it should be cherished, for when reality leaves us with nothing, what have we but our dreams? ... Now… That aside, I simply must know. How much time must pass before ponies are declared missing in Equestria?”
“I wouldn't know the exact time for Equestria…” I answered slowly, “But with an innate herd instinct as all ponies have, not coming back to bed for ponies who live together is considered… rather… worrisome.”
“I see. I ask, because it is now well into the afternoon there, and I truly would be inconveniencing you if you were considered a ‘missing person’ after less than a day. What say you we continue this for a little bit, and have you home before you've been missed?”
“That would be appreciated, but I am not worried for myself, as I've said, it’s a herd instinct so it is unlikely anyone will know I am missing, what I am worried for is the fuss that will be kicked up when it’s found the others who were rescued from the cultists were found to be ‘missing’ all night.”
There was likely going to be a lot of panic if the word ‘cultist’ slips out of their mouths, I can only hope I will not be included.
“... So, it may be better for you to stay here until that fuss passes then.” Daideo said more to himself, staring into a recently refilled cup of tea that he twirled with a spoon.
I considered this… and shook my head, “I thank you for the offer Daideo, but if the possibility of my name slipping out and they come to my house is correct, then I would like to be there as to gather my ingredients and plan an escape route. Besides, if I am not mentioned, then it would pass away peacefully while I am up in my home, far away from the commotion.”
“Then I had better get you home soon, nightfall’s coming quickly.” He said, setting the cup on the table, the spoon soon joining it.
I would ask how he knew of what time it was in my realm, but that would be like asking what an entity does, asking him how he does it would be just as bad. It was amazing how time seemed to fly with the conversation, it was intriguing like that.
Daideo slowly stood from his chair, stalking around the table in his bipedal fashion, he spoke as he walked. “Now, before you go, I have something I'd like to give to you.” he said, picking up one of the spoons he has set to the side. “This spoon, like the rest of the tea set, came through to this realm with me so long ago, and I have built a, connection, with it and its brothers. When next you wish to visit, merely tap the spoon where you want the portal opened, and I will oblige.” He ended, kneeling at the side of my chair, holding the spoon’s handle between two of his claws.
I took it tentatively with my tail, and placed in in my bag, “Thank you, I'll be sure to schedule a visit in the future.”
“No, thank you Miss, for humoring an old man. Now, let’s get you home.” He said, softly clicking his boot on the floor as he stood, another pitch black dot appearing and expanding on the wall. This time without the wind and sound effects.
I waved goodbye to the entity, before stepping through to exit out, back into the middle of my living room.
I looked back at the closing portal, but it was already gone once I looked back, a speck, and then nothing else.
I found the air a little more breathable, it seems that whatever Daideo’s realm was, it was rather, suffocating in a way. In fact, it actually drew out a lot of my energy from being there.
In fact, it felt like I would have to sleep…
A lot, until it was morning once again.
Small mercies.
I then flinched as my hoof struck something, I looked down to see a small package, with a letter attached. I picked up the letter and opened it.
You were not here, so I left this for you to trip on.
Don't leave your damn messengers hanging.
Also, screw you and I hope your first born foal winds up mutilated.
XOXO
Jaco, you Bitch.
… Well, can't say that Killjoy’s couriers don’t have personality at least.